Here in my advanced years (age 73), I am very interested in cosmological (ontological, epistemological) questions like the one being discussed here. So, the unification of GR and QM does not reach the same level of importance for the kind of answers I seek: What is this existence all about? How did it come about? Was it random chance? Was it inevitable? Why is the universe so exquisitely mathematical? What was there before the universe? Is this the only universe? How do we account for consciousness?
Ask those anthropic questions, and you will invariably be told: "The probability that you exist is 1. You're a puddle-boy if you think it unlikely."
But not by me. Like Disney's Lone Ranger, I'm just lucky to be here. Real lucky. I've always been lucky when it comes to existing no matter what.
The atoms that made me were gathered together from the cores of dead stars across the universe, brought inexorably to this time and this place, formed into this organization by whatever laws of nature might prevail, variable, invariable, singular, multiple, whatever. It didn't matter. Goddamn, here I am. Suck on it, nothingness.
Incredible luck runs deep in my ancestral family. All my direct ancestors were invariably lucky beyond all reason. While other species dropped into the bottomless pit of extinction, my ancestors marched onward against all odds, carrying what would become my DNA forward from epoch to epoch. My great-great-great-great......grandmother, Eve Of The Olduvai, was the mother of an entire species which today dominates the planet from pole to pole, our nearest galactic competitors nowhere to be seen.
And if the Everett interpretation of QM is correct, my doppelgangers populate the universal wave function in indeterminate numbers.
I am the Undead Lone Ranger. No way you can stop the Spirit of Rock.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TDgeoRBQQtc